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And yet… she didn’t care.
“You break,” he said, stepping back to let her take position.
Tabitha picked up the cue ball and walked to the end of the table.A flicker of nerves tickled her spine.Playing against Tim had been easy.But Ramzi?She had a feeling he didn’t do anything without precision.
Still, she blocked out the noise and focused.Lined up her shot.Then took a slow, steadying breath.
The crack of the cue ball splitting the pyramid echoed across the bar.
Two balls sank neatly into opposite corners.
“Good break,” Ramzi said, clearly impressed.
“Thanks.”Tabitha straightened slowly, catching him watching her like she was the only person in the bar.
And suddenly, it felt like she was.
The music, the crowd, the haze of beer and neon—it all faded into background static.
It was just her.
And Ramzi.
Alone.
Chapter 19
Ramzi couldn’t remember ever being this turned on.
Tabitha leaned over the table to line up her shot, and the view nearly did him in.Her jeans clung to her curves like they’d been sewn in place, offering a perfect, mouthwatering silhouette.
The only disappointment?She wasn’t wearing a low-cut shirt.But then again, maybe that was for the best.If she had been, he might have lost all rational thought and dragged her into the nearest shadowy corner.
Still, watching her play was its own kind of pleasure.She moved around the table with quiet confidence, scanning the angles, executing her shots with a sharp eye and a smooth grace that mesmerized him.Three striped balls sank into the pockets like they’d been summoned.
That’s when Ramzi decided to shift the game—literally.
He stepped directly into her line of sight just as she lined up the next shot, wondering if he could break her concentration.She looked up and caught him watching her, heat simmering behind his gaze.
Damn, she was gorgeous.
Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail, the dark strands catching the overhead light as they spilled over her shoulder.Her arms were lightly toned, and his eyes drifted down to her fingers—the same fingers that had gripped his hair, his shoulders, his—
Yeah.He was officially uncomfortable.
His body pulsed with the memory of how she’d touched him, how she’d stroked and teased him in the dark.He wanted that again.Needed it.
Now.
He knew he’d gotten to her when her fingers trembled slightly.The angle of her cue was off, and sure enough, the shot missed entirely, the cue ball skimming uselessly across the felt.
With a frustrated sigh, she straightened and glared at him.
“You did that on purpose,” she muttered under her breath.
He didn’t hear the words, but he didn’t need to.Her expression said it all.
Ramzi grinned, unapologetic.
